Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier

On my gravestone, I want it to say, "I told you I was sick."

We have a deficit of wonder right now.

You just write and you don't try to make sense of it. You just put it down the way you got it.

Oh, I got a beautiful 1959 Cadillac Coupe DeVille four-door. No one will ride in it with me.

What you want is for music to love you back. That's why you pay your dues. You want to feel like you belong and are part of this symbiosis, metamorphosis, whatever you want to call it.

It's the same with men as with horses and dogs, nothing wants to die.